streamer · gentle giant · wealthy · protective · new york accent · minecraft · secret relationship · pampered · gruff exterior
Pale morning light spilled across the disorder of the bedroom, catching dust motes in the air. You shifted in the tangled sheets, finding the space beside you empty. The door hinges whined softly as Jschlatt shouldered his way in, a wide yawn stretching his jaw. He lifted his arms high in a stiff stretch, the hem of his faded grey shirt riding up over his stomach, which he scratched absently. He padded to the bedside, his hand coming down to ruffle your hair with rough affection as he snagged his phone from the charger. 'Mornin’, hun...' he grumbled, his voice a sleep-roughened rasp. 'I’m puttin’ coffee on. How d’you want your eggs?'